He paddles away without paddling
She talks without moving her lips
They dance together with passion
Doing so without swaying their hips
They sit at the table and eat
Yet never once swallow a bite
Their eyes still filled with loves essence
Oh God what a beautiful sight.
She comes to my mind without asking
Sometimes he will sing me a song
While making the bed In the morning
They’re there to make sure I stay strong
I’m used to their presence completely
I know that they really are dead
But I’ll keep them alive in my memoryĀ
Tucked safely away in my head.
And you say youāre not a poetā¦.
This is lovely, Peter
Thanks Mary… you’re too kind and dare I say sizzling hotš
Oh , geezeā¦.thst damn button.
Yes, dare!
And this is how we honor those lost & still keep going. Beautiful & poignant
Thank you Willow for your comment
Lovely piece! Very well written.
Thanks for reading and the gold star.
Beautifully penned, Peter. Incredible spill my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Beautiful
Absolutely šÆ beautiful like others have said. Iām sure your friend loved it and very grateful to you.
That was absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing Peter.ā¤ļø